"Detective!"

"Revisit!"

"Find out the enemy's disposition, the number of people!"

Huo Quzhi was very calmly directing.

After a lot of hardships, the enemy he had been looking for for a long time was in front of him, but Huo Qubing endured it with reason and calmness.

He ignored the urging of his men, and simply ordered the scouts to find out the enemy's information one by one.

It's like when a treasure hunter endures three days and three nights of insects and ants in the mountains and forests, and finally finds a treasure chest containing countless gold, silver and jewelry, but the treasure hunter does not choose to carry the treasure chest home, but looks around the treasure chest to see if there are poisonous snakes hidden in the shadows.

The Mongolian cavalry of the Fengzi battalion had a dry mouth, and their stomachs were mixed with sand, but they could only endure it due to the orders of King Qi.

This is also thanks to the elite of the Fengzi Battalion, if it were replaced by other armies, I am afraid that it would have already begun to mutiny.

However, the hard work paid off, Huo Qubing waited for a long time, and finally waited for the scout to report.

"Report! The enemy army has only a few hundred men, but behind the sand dunes on the enemy's flank, there are still thousands of cavalry camped out, and it is estimated that there are at least 5,000 men and horses!"

This sentence instantly calmed down everyone in the Fengzi Camp.

Chi Rong took a deep breath: "It's bait."

"Yes, it's bait." Huo Quzhi closed his eyes and pondered, "The Warat people are very smart, they know that the Han people's combat habit in the desert is to divide and spread the forward troops to find traces, and they will not bump into tens of thousands of troops at once. Therefore, they threw out the bait of hundreds of people, and as soon as the forward troops of the Ming army took the bait, the five thousand iron cavalry hidden in the shadows would come out and devour the forward of the Ming army."

In fact, any normal general who is struggling to find traces of the enemy in the desert will not be able to resist the brainless charge to wipe the enemy clean when he finds it.

However, Huo Quzhi is not a normal general.

When Chi Rong heard this, the scorching sun was scorching, but a layer of cold sweat couldn't help but rise on his back: "It's so dangerous!"

If it weren't for Huo Quai's rational judgment just now, I'm afraid they would have been under siege!

"Shall we withdraw now?" Chi Rong asked with some despair.

If it is withdrawn, the possibility of returning to the camp alive is basically zero under such a situation of food and grass being cut off.

If you fight, 800 people will fight more than 5,000 warats?

You can't win no matter how you think about it!

"No, we'll just wait." Huo Quzhi said patiently.

"Wait?" Chi Rong was a little confused, "What are you waiting for?"

Huo Quzhi looked up at the sky and said to himself, "Wait for the right time, place and people."

"Sun Bin Art of War: Moon War" has a cloud: "The time, the place, and the people, the three are not allowed, although there is a victory."

Huo Qubing never reads military books, but this does not mean that he will only be reckless when he fights.

On the contrary, Huo Qubing didn't read military books because he felt that his own tactics were far superior to anyone else!

……

From day, until night.

The desert weather has always been extremely eerie, and during the day it is dry and hot, as if it can fry the sand and almost suffocate it. At night, the temperature drops suddenly, almost dripping into ice, and even if you wrap several thick clothes, you will shiver from the cold.

The night was like ink, deep and silent.

Whether it is the Fengzi camp or the Warat people, they are all enduring the bitter cold and do not light a bonfire, just because the light of the bonfire will reveal their location.

They all think they are hunters, waiting for their prey to slip into a trap where they can feast on a tempting meal.

Suddenly, the wind rose.

The wind in the desert is a terrible thing.

The sky was full of yellow sand, and it was impossible to see anything from ten paces away, like a terrifying beast devouring darkness and despair, and what a terrifying enemy lurked behind the wind and sand.

Huo Quzhi stood on the desert and raised his hands, as if he was holding up the sky with his vigorous and powerful arms: "The wind—rise—"

At this moment, he is like Prime Minister Zhuge who borrowed the east wind during the Battle of Chibi.

For those who are generals, when they first inspect the sky, they can use troops according to law. If you count more, you will win, and if you count less, you will lose, how can you not count?

The winter solstice is yang, the summer solstice is yin, and when it comes and goes, it has its own weather, which is the law of nature.

And a top general not only needs to be both literate and martial, wise and brave, and good at knowing people, but also needs to observe the time, be clear, and be obedient.

Huo Quzhi knew that he didn't occupy the same time, place and place as his eight hundred horses.

So he's waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a chance to turn things around!

Although the desert climate is weird, Huo Quzhi's best thing is to detect changes in the sky in the desert, and he is seventy percent sure that there will be a strong wind tonight!

This is an incredible thing, and it is almost dozens or even a hundred times more difficult to judge the climate on the desert than on the plain!

Huo Qubing did it, he is the humanoid radar and weather forecast in the desert!

And now, the wind is coming.

The wind and dust descended, obscuring the view and sweeping through!

The cavalry of the Fengzi battalion endured for a whole day, without food and water, from the despair and coldness at the beginning, to now they have become vicious wolves, almost unable to control themselves, desperate to kill!

Huo Quzhi knew that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for, and now was the best time to attack!

He waited for the time to come, waited for the location, waited for the people!

"Chirong." Huo Qu's illness has been a whole day, and his voice is hoarse.

"The minister is here." Chi Rong, a Mongolian man, had scarlet eyes, and this fierce beast forced down the mania in his heart.

Huo Qu breathed a sigh of relief: "Kill!"

"My king has an order, kill!"

"Kill!

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In the vast desert, they don't know how long they have endured.

From Shuntianfu, to Xuanfu Town, to Guangwu Town, and then to this vast desert, they don't know how long they have endured, they are cautious step by step, day and night, and they have traveled long distances.

With an order, under the flying sand in the sky, the eight hundred horsemen of the Fengzi Battalion came out of the wind!

They are like evil spirits that have just been fished out of the sand, with gray heads and dirty faces, but their eyes are full of hideousness, like wolves out to ride their horses and trample on the sand!

……

Unbeknownst to the Warats, the prey they were waiting for had become hunters.

As the sudden wind swept through the desert, the people of Warat could only honestly burrow into their tents, praying that the wind would pass sooner.

However, not everyone has lost their vigilance, and there are always people who are nervous and ready for a crisis.

Put the vultures Polo is a sober man.

He was also known as Batura, the prime minister of the Mongols, and the king of Anle among the three kings of Warat.

Although he was the King of Peace, Bald Polo never enjoyed peace, and in his tent, he heard the wind howling outside, and was keenly aware of the looming danger lurking behind the wind and dust.

King Anle ordered: "Pass my orders, increase the patrol and guard of the camp to prevent the enemy from suddenly attacking!"

Although he was wary, it didn't help. The wind and sand are too big, but they are separated by more than ten steps, and the thick night color increases their identification efforts.

This also made King An Le more and more uneasy, and he always felt that an unknown crisis was coming.

King An Le guessed that the Bald Polo was right, the hidden crisis was indeed approaching, and except for King An Le, the remaining Warats did not realize that the Ming army had put their knives on their necks.

There were only eight hundred of them.

The eight hundred horsemen of the Wind Word Camp have blended with the night, and with the help of wind and sand, they have been able to grope to the edge of the Warat camp!